So, this is the first time i've ever published anything on here, and while i've written fanfiction before, it's been a year since i've done any kind of writing, and i've never tried CSI. I apologise if i've bitten off more than i can chew with this, and it goes really wrong, but i'm using this story to get past my horrible writers block. I hope it turns out ok and people like it.

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The music thumped a steady beat that reverberated in his body, mixing with the alcohol in his system and making his head spin. Frowning, Nick took another determined swig of his beer, his gaze ever focused on the crowd of people dancing out on the floor below him. Lost in the shadowy recesses of the clubs upper balcony, he was able to observe unseen, his watchful eye unwavering, his promise resolute.

Below him the throng shifted, allowing him a glimpse of spiked blonde hair. Greg moved with the music, unaware of the Texan's presence, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the beat. Bodies pressed against him, touched him, but he paid them little attention, just content in his own world as he mouthed the words along to a familiar song. Nick allowed himself a soft chuckle as he watched his friend, his fingers absently stroking at the condensation still pearled on his beer bottle. Sometimes he wished he could be as free as Greg was, able to let everything go and just be at peace. He wondered, and not for the first time, how someone that had seen so much ugliness could remain so perfectly innocent.

Around him the beat of the music shifted, slowing and booming, and the crowd slowed down with it. They moved as if part of the same being, soft lights flashing and glinting off chains and studs and glitter. Nick licked his lips and leaned forward, a part of him aching to join in, shaking his head at how terribly out of place he would be. It was something that he hadn't considered when he had followed Greg into the dark club, but it now seemed embarrassingly obvious.

Down on the floor Greg was still dancing, his eyes closed as he swayed to the music. Behind him another figure danced, moving closer and closer with each sensual beat. Nick frowned again as the man pressed against Greg, sliding his hands down Greg's hips and thighs and moulding their bodies together. At first Greg didn't react, happy with his own space and rhythm, but the man persisted until Greg finally gave up and turned around to face him. Nick narrowed his eyes, watching for the rejection he thought would surely happen. But then Greg was sliding his arms around the man's broad shoulders, allowing him to run his hands over his body as Greg swayed against him.

Nick sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked around, gazing from his beer bottle to the empty chairs sitting across from him, and then along the balcony's edge where a few people were standing and leaning against the railing, talking quietly and watching the action below. Sighing he allowed himself to look down again, a sense of uneasiness creeping over him as he watched his friend. Greg and the man were now pressed against each other, oblivious to the other dancers around them as they kissed. Nick cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair, feeling a guilty flush crawl up his neck as he continued to watch his friend.

Breaking the kiss, Nick saw the man lean down and whisper something in Greg's ear, to which he received an enthusiastic nod. And then they were moving, the man gripping Greg's wrist and pulling him through the crowd and towards the back of the club.

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Greg moaned loudly as he was pushed up against a hard brick wall, responding eagerly to the intense kisses of the man pressed against him, his muscular body pinning Greg roughly in place. Greg gripped handfuls of the man's shirt, grinding against him and pulling him closer, gasping and panting against his warm lips. He moaned again as he felt fingers twist into his hair, gripping as hot, opened mouthed kisses were trailed down his neck. He yelped softly as the hand in his hair tightened a little too painfully, and was relieved when he felt the hand relax, his attention drawn back to the fingers sliding down his body to palm his throbbing erection through his tight jeans.

"Oh god..." He whispered, throwing his head back as the man smiled, gripping his hair again and banging Greg's skull back into the rough brick behind him.

"You like that?" The man breathed into his ear as Greg cried out, his eyes watering at the sudden, unexpected pain. He pushed at the hard chest pressed against his, mumbling softly, his heart beginning to hammer in his chest as the man shoved him harder against the wall and began fumbling with his belt buckle.

"No, stop." Greg demanded, his voice shaking as he was ignored again. He started to struggle but was held tightly in place, the hands on his body rough and unforgiving, yanking his jeans open and turning him around.

"No please, I don't want this." Greg begged, lashing back with his fists as the man pushed him firmly into the wall, his breath tickling the side of Greg's neck as he laughed.

"That's not what you were saying just now." The man stated, using his superior strength to slam Greg into the wall again.

"Get the fuck away from him." Said a voice behind them.

Stilling his hurried movements, the man growled in frustration but didn't let go of Greg, holding him in place firmly as he turned to snarl at the cause of the interruption.

"This doesn't concern you."

"I said get away from him." Recognising the hidden threat in the newcomer's words the man backed off, shaking his head as he roughly pushed away from Greg. Closing his eyes, Greg rested his forehead against the cool brick and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his thumping heart. Slowly he reached down and fastened his jeans, his fingers scraped and bloody.

Behind him his attacker snorted, facing out and raising his arms in a challenge.

"Wasn't worth the trouble anyway." This received a growl in response as the two men advanced on each other, before Greg reached out and grabbed a handful of leather jacket.

"Leave it, Nick." Nick turned to face him, blinking as Greg glared back at him. Greg shook his head as his attacker turned and began to walk away, shouting back at them as he went.

"You're boyfriend's a fucking tease, cowboy." Nick flared at this but Greg held on tighter, panting softly as Nick struggled with him until the other man was out of sight.

"You're just gonna let him get away with it?" Nick whirled on him, his voice echoing as he stared down the darkened alley. Greg rolled his eyes, brushing himself down before walking away in the opposite direction, leaving Nick to stride angrily after him.

"Greg, what the hell? He almost..."

"Just leave it" Greg shouted, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking as fast as he could away from his friend, making it to the road in front of the club before Nick caught him and grabbed his arm, spinning him around.

"No way. Something like that doesn't just happen. What's wrong with you?" Greg's head snapped up at Nick's question, his eyes flashing with something Nick couldn't decipher before he glared again and yanked out of Nick's grasp.

"Why are you even here, Nick?"

"I..." Nick faltered, grasping for a lie before Greg figured out the reason behind his sudden appearance. But he wasn't quick enough and Greg saw right through him, just like he always did. He scoffed, stepping backwards and away from Nick even as the Texan tried to reach out to him again.

"Always the fucking hero." He said quietly, holding Nick's gaze with his own before glancing down and closing his eyes. "I don't need you to rescue me."

Nick watched helplessly as Greg turned and walked away from him.